It felt like a dream as he stepped into the shower with me. Here we were smiling, and it felt so natural. So right.
Things changed as the shower curtain closed, and we were secluded into the small space.
“Hi,” he said and pushed my wet hair back from my face.
One of the pieces of my shattered heart reconnected. “Hi.”
Then he kissed me, and the world righted itself.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured against my lips. “How beautiful you are? So sweet?”
“I feel that way with you.”
He smiled and reached for my favorite bar of soap, trying to take it from his hands.
“Can I do that?” I asked.
His eyes fell to my breasts. “I’d rather do it for you,” he said sweetly.
I reached out a hand and touched his chest, his stomach. “I think I’ll feel better if I start.”
He handed the soap to me. “You have all the power tonight.”
I grinned. “I like the sound of that. Turn around.